Chapter 85

The moment he was able to move, he eased toward the window to his right after making certain no one other than Lyle and Radclyffe were watching him. Folding his wings, he slipped inside, and then removed all traces of his daytime gargoyle. He dressed as quickly as possible and left the room, hurrying down the long flight of stairs to the ground floor and the small chapel to the right of the nave.

Taking a deep breath, trying to calm his roiling emotions, he walked to the front entrance of the church and stepped out onto the stoop.

Damien’s spirits dropped at Lyle’s solemn expression as they approached each other, and his greeting, if it could be called that—a brief “You’re decidedly underdressed for the weather,” followed seconds later by a brisk, “We need to talk.”

“I know. But not here.”